The Muse in Council: Being Essays on Poets and PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1925 - 303 pagina's |
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Pagina 17
... manner in which the argument has been presented , praising that for its excellence and censuring where it fails . That is the true business of criticism , and one which critics , both amateur and professional , very commonly forget ...
... manner in which the argument has been presented , praising that for its excellence and censuring where it fails . That is the true business of criticism , and one which critics , both amateur and professional , very commonly forget ...
Pagina 24
... manner on the one hand and in substance on the other . The latter is by far the subtler problem of the two , but com- monly , when the subject is discussed , it is rather with reference to a poet's use or abuse of traditional verse ...
... manner on the one hand and in substance on the other . The latter is by far the subtler problem of the two , but com- monly , when the subject is discussed , it is rather with reference to a poet's use or abuse of traditional verse ...
Pagina 25
... manner . By rebels I mean the men who have , so to speak , been nonconformist to all the canons of poetic art that have been evolved , in England , through six centuries of practice , not the men who have explored and adapted those ...
... manner . By rebels I mean the men who have , so to speak , been nonconformist to all the canons of poetic art that have been evolved , in England , through six centuries of practice , not the men who have explored and adapted those ...
Pagina 32
... manner of speech that once drew its authority from the language of daily use but can no longer do so . It was once in certain commu- nities natural to say ' thou ' and ' thee ' instead of ' you , ' but it is so no longer , just as it is ...
... manner of speech that once drew its authority from the language of daily use but can no longer do so . It was once in certain commu- nities natural to say ' thou ' and ' thee ' instead of ' you , ' but it is so no longer , just as it is ...
Pagina 39
... manner of approach to its subject - matter . Take , for example , that perennial source of poetry , the Spring . If we allow that the poet may select the flowers and buds and bird - song of April as a fitting subject for his poetry ...
... manner of approach to its subject - matter . Take , for example , that perennial source of poetry , the Spring . If we allow that the poet may select the flowers and buds and bird - song of April as a fitting subject for his poetry ...
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Pagina 41 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near, And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Pagina 109 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Pagina 162 - HERACLITUS THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead ; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
Pagina 121 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pagina 72 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Pagina 132 - Is the night chilly and dark ? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill, the cloud is gray : Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Pagina 120 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Pagina 44 - When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little...
Pagina 129 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree...
Pagina 110 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.